Farewell to The Captain

This is how I want to remember my father - in all his glory. A strong, warm and beautiful, dependable man, passionate about everything.
We said our goodbye on the waters of the harbour, where he spent most of his life, we dropped flowers and tears, we sang sea songs and watched them float away into the sunset.
His friends were there, they raised a few glasses as they did when he was still around, and I'm pretty sure they were thinking of their own end.
It was not a sad affair. Sadness will come as his absence will present itself in our lives, in time.